Desart, reward. And such is Ricot's Lord.
"But what make I (vaine voyce) in midst of all
The Quires that have already sung the fame
Of this great House, and those that henceforth shall
(As that will last) for ever sing the same.
But, if on me, my garland instly fall,
I justly owe my musique to this name.
For he unlawfully usurps the Bayes
That has not sung in noble Norrey's prayse.
"In playne (my honour'd Lord) I was not borne,